This is a book of my favorite smutty stories of 5sos. Most of these stories are from Tumblr. BY MY FAVORITE PEOPLE SO CHECK THEM OUT PLEASE! I will name the author and say where I got it from. But I will have some stories written by me possibly.
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This one is by antisocialhood. I'm starting to see a trend here.
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Luke slept on his side more often than not, back facing the door and legs curled into his body. He slept with socks on and his arm tucked beneath his pillow, and sometimes forgot to turn the light out.
He liked to be on the edge of the bed, blankets draped over his body as he snuggled down deep into the sheets, and for the first time ever, when Michael slept over, he'd woken up cold and with his t-shirt rucked up around his upper chest, the older boys hands resting on his bare skin.
Michael's palms were warm, soft for the most part, but had little calluses on his heartline that were rough and worked against Luke's skin. His eyes were closed, dirty blonde fringe covering his right eye and face relaxed, not the usual scowl that marred his pale complexion or the soft lines that melted into his face when he laughed. He didn't have Calum's resting bitch face, but his usual expression was close, and seeing him so docile and relaxed was different.
Luke reached out, stroked his fingers down Michael's cheek softly, watching as his nose twitched softly and he pressed against Luke's hand. Michael's fingers curled against Luke's chest before straightening out, pressed hard against him almost desperately. He let out a soft sound, eyelashes fluttering as he sucked in a soft, shallow breath.
"Luke?" Michael whispered, voice heavy with sleep. It was a delicious sound to hear, only growing better when he let out a tiny moan, blinking rapidly. "You're really warm."
"You're cold." Luke whispered back, pulling back from Michael's cheek.
The older boy made a hurt sound. He rolled his shoulder up, rubbing his eye as he yawned. "What time is it?"
Luke hummed softly, not bothering to turn and look at his clock. It was still dark out, and he knew Michael probably wouldn't get up until mid afternoon anyway. He patted around the bed for a blanket, letting out a soft, confused sound when he couldn't find it.
"Guess this means you'll have to cuddle with me." Michael whispered, drawing his hands from Luke's chest to his shoulders, pulling the blonde closer.
Luke crawled along with Michael's incessant tugging, leaving his comfort spot behind as Michael tucked him into his chest, wrapping his arms around Luke's upper body. He drew his right leg up, draping it over Luke's hips and pulling his lower body closer, too. The thin fabric of Michael's boxers did nothing to hide his semi-hard cock pressing to Luke's short clad thigh, and when Luke shifted slightly, drawling his legs upwards some did Michael let out a soft gasp like sound.
"Stop." His voice was higher than usual, a bit unsure at the end.
Luke froze, fingers clawing at Michael's borrowed shirt, tugging him closer so Luke could bury his face in the skin warmed fabric, hide his blush that Michael couldn't see anyway. "I didn't mean to." and then he shifted again, and Michael rolled on top of him, hands tight against Luke's shoulders, pushing him down into the mattress. "For Christ's sake, Hemmings." Michael choked out.
